So three years of mass communication, one heart break, more than a hundred haleems, more than a thousand biryanis and almost two years of journalism later, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a fucken retard. Yes, I am. I mean, I always had this doubt. But enlightenment struck me, the other day, and here I am, confessing it.
But why am I telling you this? Because you, my lovely readers, actually read my blog. :p So, here’s the deal. This is the new category. It is called Drift. What does that mean? You know it’s nothing related to Tokyo Drift. I haven’t even watched the movie. But then, I’m pretty sure, it has nothing to do with the stuff that I will be posting under this category.
This category, is to let out a flow of thought. A stream that emerges and just goes on and on. It doesn’t stop.
Say for example you are sitting in a place, and there’s no power, your phone’s battery is dead, and you are sitting. Just sitting. Doing nothing. There is a random flow of thoughts. Absolutely random. It just flows from one thought to another and keeps going on. Yes. That. You are getting a hang of it.
I have many of those moments these days. So this in category, I shall share them with you. They might be funny to you. Might even seem senseless (FYI, this is going to be the case most of the time). But then, such thoughts should not go waste. They need to be recorded. Let’s assume I get a noble prize some day for sports journalism. I know there is no such category. But lets assume. These very thoughts will be used to make text books of kids then. :p
The last art of the blog is actually a demonstration of what it is. Here we go.
Relationship. Ever tried breaking it down? It is a ship. You know like a real ship named relation.
Because it takes you places. Lands far away, places unexplored, and shows you things that are unseen.
Eventually, just like a ship, it either serves a full term and becomes old, or if you are travelling through rough seas, pirates attack it. You get the flow? Pirates = family members, basterds/bitches who take them away, blah blah.
And and and, here’s the best part, the captain, which is you technically, prefers sinking with the ship. You do. You sink into depression? Yeah?! Get it?!
Then., just like a dead body comes to the surface of the water after sometime, you too ‘come out’ of depression. But there’s one similarity between you and the dead body. Both of you’ll are dead- one mentally the other physically- and will never be like how you were before!
Daymn. See the drift? This is what I’m talking about! I’m pretty sure I’m doing this on a regular basis. :p
Tchao till next time! 😀